"Have you lost your mind, Bon-Bon?"
There was no telling these days. But she didn't care.
The Camaro's headlights cut through the dark, lighting her way from New Orleans. Damon protested initially at her request for his car keys, "Antoinette will be by to get you," she instructed holding her palm out, "Besides, when have I ever let you down?" She said in response to his worry over her taking his ride. He had quickly shut up and dropped the keys in her hand.
Highway signs reflect the speed limit she is clearly ignoring under the florescent light, as she hurries to the farmhouse, to where she hopes Marcel will follow.
In the rearview mirror, she spots one of the looming mammoths of the highway gaining speed behind her, the massive headlights of the 18-wheeler shimmering back to her and flooding the inside of the car with light.
For a split second, she thinks its just another trucker trying to stay awake and make their haul across the state and she switches lanes to let the big rig pass her, but the truck curiously slows and moves to her lane.
And Bonnie knows they aren't some regular ole' truck driver.
She slams on the gas pedal, touching the floorboard with the ball of her foot. The Camaro engine roars and revs up and furiously races and weaves along the highway, she grips the steering wheel, anxious and mentally preparing for her destination.
She passes the scorched parking lot of Fontenot's, where she and Klaus first killed the likes of Marcel's soldiers together, and she swerves the car over, near into the ditch. The rig barrels past her, not expecting her to stop, and Bonnie has her chance. She flings the door open, and hops down into the water, her dress soaked and dragging her, she claws herself up and scurries to snatch the hem and rip the dress off over her head.
A loud bang of the rig's back door opening, and the pounding metal of many feet jumping from the cargo hold alerts her that they are close.
The moon glows in the dark, a beacon above her as she battles through the woods in her bra and panties, running breathlessly to the farmhouse.
Her bare feet pound the forest floor as she ducks and dives under trees and bushes with the terrible and repetitive crunch of bone and squish of flesh of the humans turning into animals behind her.
She is running for her life.
But she is not afraid.
She just needs to make it to the perimeter of the farmhouse and they won't be able to touch her. At least for a little while…
"I don't belong to you!"
The commanding shout she recognizes as Davina, and she worries she is too late, Marcel and his witches are already here. She fixes her hands for a fight, when she peers between the trees ahead of her and sees Marcel's witch, elbow deep inside of Klaus's chest cavity. The hybrid's gurgles up blood and wretches in pain as he howls, his golden eyes darkening as she yells that Marcel will soon arrive to finish him.
Instinctually, Bonnie flicks her wrist with a whisper of an incantation and the strongest known witch this side of the Mississippi, the fearsome witch who is able to hold an entire city under her master's rule, the witch heralded as untouchable who is holding her baby's father's heart in her hand is strewn against a tree, effectively snapping her neck.
Klaus crumples to the ground, and rolls on to his back. He sputters blood as he questions why there is two of her, and she quickly places her hand over his heart and says a prayer, blinking them out of the sight from the incoming wolves.
BKBKBKBKBKBK
The farmhouse is how she left it. Her magic sustaining the home in its former glory and then some.
She leaves Klaus lying at the staircase to recover, and scrambles up the stairs to Rebekah's room.
Pulling drawer after drawer, she dumps the contents onto the Persian rug and frantically scans them before pulling more drawers.
She can't find the locket.
Klaus appears at the door, completely healed, his eyes piercing into her, glancing over the ever so slight swell of her belly as she ignores him, staying with the task at hand.
"I thought Davina was you," he finally says, breaking through the noise of her tearing the room apart, "I have been losing my mind."
Bonnie snorts as she thinks of Damon questioning her own sanity earlier, "That makes the both of us," She says, avoiding eye contact, opening the armoire to grab one of Rebekah's silk robes to cover herself.
She feels his caution, his tentative steps into the room where she flusters around searching for the trinket.
"Mama T was right all along about you," He jokes softly, "You do have more power in your pinky toe than a passel of Marcel's raggedy witches."
She doesn't laugh with him. Instead she leaves Rebekah's room to the parlor downstairs. He trails slowly behind her as she commences to dismantle the parlor as she did the bedroom.
"How did you know where to find me?" He asks, his voice taking on a vulnerability she doesn't ever recall hearing in him.
"I wasn't looking for you," She states plainly, "What I am looking for," She stresses,
"Is the locket of your sister and Marcel. Do you know where it is?" She asks, crouched down peering under the settees.
"Why won't you look at me, Bonnie?" He whispers, lingering under the doorsill.
"You have a million questions that I can't really answer right now. I'm trying to end a war and I don't have time to play pretend with you anymore." She attempts to walk out of the parlor to search the other rooms but Klaus stops her.
She finally looks up into his face and sees the familiar rage and the calculating thoughts behind the blue, "Are you working for him now?" He questions wildly, towering over her, "Is that why saved me? "He only plans to use you, Bonnie", He warns, grabbing her by the shoulder.
She loses it. "You selfish, arrogant, psychopathic son-of-a-bitch!" She screams in his face, "Do you hear yourself, Klaus? She asks, her face pained, "It was YOUwho used me, it was YOU who terrorized me and knew it, it was YOUwho brought me back and lied to me every single day since. And you have the audacity to act like its Marcel who wants to play me, when it has been you all along. Now, if you would please move, I need to fi - "
He interrupts her, "The last time I saw you Bonnie you were technically dead, but it was I," He seethes, slapping his chest with force, and gripping her chin, "It was me, god damn you, who fought to bring you back."
She squirms under his hold, "And? So, what? You did it for your own gain," She spits, jerking away from his hold. She steps away rubbing her chin, "Or, in your twisted mind, did you believe it to be love?"
"YES!" He roars so viscerally that the walls and windows shake and creak and Bonnie's eyes widen as he stomps over to her and drops to his knees," Bonnie," He reaches for her hand, "You do not know what it feels like to yearn for something your entire existence and finally... "
She pulls her hand and He doesn't finish his thought. He quickly stands up, resolved, and looks her in the eyes. "I don't want this war anymore. I only want you and our child," He says as a matter of fact.
She clears her throat and wraps her hands around herself, "You created this mess and now it's about love and a baby," she gently laughs. "Do you really think I would raise a child with you?" She asks, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, "I've seen your fathering, Klaus. I've seen how you care for people by betraying them, harming them. It's the reason why your eldest son is trying to kill us both. Is that what you want for our child?
"I failed Marcel," He replies, "I will not repeat it."
"Yes, you will. You don't know how to do anything else." She states, defeated.
Marcel's voice calls out for them from the outside.
Bonnie shakes her head, "It's too late."
Klaus nods, acknowledging the moment, and he rushes from her view up the stairs and returns to the parlor with the dangling locket in his closed fist. "You call the shots."
BKBKBKBKBK
Wrapping up. Thank you to each and everyone one of you for reading, commenting and critiquing my work. I have about two or three more chapters left and this its finished after years in the making.